Under the Table

After the long and slow journey up my thigh, Edward’s seeking hand finally reached its destination in between my legs. I felt his hand on my underwear stroking my pussy lips through the thin fabric covering my hole. It feels so good…I bit my lower lip so my moans of pleasure don’t escape past my lips. How can I get him to stop? I looked around the room and it seems that no one has realized what is transpiring between us. That was a relief for now but I’m not sure how much longer I can stand his touch. Edward stroked my opening through the fabric with two fingers, rubbing my sensitive area and stimulating my swollen clit. My body shuddered and it was getting harder and harder to sit still. I wanted to lift my hips up to grind harder against his playful fingers, I held tight onto the edge of the table to steady myself.

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